Seeing that the golden strikings turned into dozens of zhang long and fell from the sky, even the space was broken by the golden striking, and black spatial cracks appeared in its path, Luo Zhuo did not have the slightest fear, and even at this moment, his mood did not fluctuate in the slightest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"My name is Luo Zhuo, I will sacrifice my life now, although I will never regret the eternal reincarnation, I will never regret it, I respectfully invite the ancestors to come!" Luo Zhuo muttered to himself, and as his words came out, a roaring sound sounded in the sky, as if responding to him, and his body, the blood was abundant, as if the blood in his whole body was burning and evaporating.

Qingfeng's face changed again, the magic trick in his hand tightened, and the speed of the golden strike soared, and at this moment, a huge fist suddenly appeared in front of Luo Zhuo, and the golden blow was knocked away with a punch.

After the golden hammer became larger, it was already dozens of zhang long, but in front of the huge fist, it was like a toothpick, although the fist was a little illusory, but it still made everyone who saw it shocked and speechless.

What Luo Zhuo is using at this moment is the method of sacrifice of the Wu clan, in ancient times, anyone with the blood of the Wu clan, with the life of the sacrifice, can let the ancestral witch come.

Now that the Wu clan in the fairy world has long been extinct, Luo Zhuo does not have the blood of the Wu clan, but the source of the Wu clan's bloodline is the Pangu Great God, the Wu clan's bloodline, to put it bluntly, it is the change in the bloodline after Zixiao's refining and cultivation to the extreme control of the avenue, all the Wu clans are formed after getting one or several drops of the blood of the Pangu God.

Although Luo Zhuo didn't have that kind of Wu clan bloodline, he had cultivated the Zixiao Refining Form, and he could use the means of Wu clan sacrifice at the cost of his life.

But now that both Pangu and the Ancestral Witch have fallen, and what Luo Zhuo summoned by the sacrifice is just a projection in the long river of time, and these projections are at most only the power of the Ancestral Witch.

Ancestral witch, the realm is also the perfection of the emperor realm, but the perfection of the emperor realm is different from the perfection of the emperor realm, the witch clan is the strongest race in the fairy world, and it is also the perfection of the emperor realm, and there is no problem with an ancestral witch who abuses Qingfeng.

Qingfeng waved his hand to recall the golden striker that was circling and flying out, and looked at the phantom that appeared behind Luo Zhuo with a solemn face, he could feel the power of the phantom, if it was one, he was not afraid, even two or three, he was not afraid, but behind Luo Zhuo, there were twelve of them!

The phantoms of the twelve ancestors and witches have all appeared!

The figure standing on the top of the heavens and the earth reappeared between heaven and earth after tens of thousands of years, although they did not have sanity, but they seemed to look up to the sky and let out an unwilling roar, and the earth of Dongsheng Shenzhou shook.

"Wuzhuang Guan, I want you to pay the price!" Luo Zhuo roared, his description was very tragic, the whole person was like broken porcelain, terrifying cracks appeared on the surface of his body, as if it would be broken if he touched it, and the blood in his body was constantly burning and evaporating, he was using his life force to maintain the phantom appearance of the twelve ancestors.

Qingfeng held the golden blow in his hand, his robe was bulging, and his body also rose when he saw the wind, and in an instant he became ten zhang tall and short, he shouted loudly and attacked fiercely.

"Boom-" Gonggong took the lead in making a move, crashed into Qingfeng with a fit, and was hit by Qingfeng's golden blow and flew out, after all, he only had one percent of the strength of the province's period, far inferior to Qingfeng today.

But there was more than one ancestral witch, Gonggong had just been knocked away, and Zhu Rong had already greeted him, and eighteen fire dragons were sent out from his hands, surrounding Qingfeng.

The breeze roared angrily, Jin Zhuzi showed his might, one by one the fire dragons were disillusioned, and the figure of the co-worker gradually dimmed, but then Di Jiang and Ju Mang shot again.

In the sky, all kinds of spells continued to appear, and the powerful impact made the onlookers retreat thousands of miles away, lest one accidentally be affected by the pond fish.

Luo Zhuo no longer had the strength to stop in the air, he fell to the messy Wanshou Mountain, supported his body with a variety of divine weapons, and was still laughing, in today's battle, he may not be able to survive, but Wuzhuang Guan is also destroyed, although he did not see Qinglei's body, but if he Wuzhuang Guan, now he is afraid that he has also died in the sea of thunder, and he has not seen that Wuzhuang Guan almost no one can escape? Otherwise, Qingfeng would not be so angry.

It is worth it to use Wuzhuang Guan to accompany Qiao Mengyuan to the funeral! Luo Zhuo thought in his heart.

The phantom of the twelve ancestral witches in the air, the witchcraft is mysterious and powerful, even if it is as powerful as the breeze, it is gradually a little unbearable, after all, he is only one person, and the other party is not his opponent one-on-one, but the twelve combined, they are already stronger than him, if it weren't for the fact that these ancestral witch phantoms have no sense, I am afraid that he would have already lost. Even so, his situation is not good.

Just now, he dodged a little slower, and his right arm was left with a wound by Tian Wu, although that wound was not big compared to his current tall body, but at this time, a little injury could affect the combat state.

"Now things are really big, Wuzhuang Guan was destroyed, Qingfeng was injured, that is the perfection of the Emperor Realm, where did this purple-haired boy come from!"

"Isn't Zhenyuan Daxian here?"

"Nonsense, the demi-saint has already entered the starry sky, if the Zhenyuan Great Immortal is here, will Wuzhuang Guan become like this? No matter how fierce the purple-haired boy is, it is impossible to beat the ancestor of the Earth Immortal. ”

"That's what you said before, he can't beat Qingfeng!"

The audience's discussion did not affect the battle between Luo Zhuo and Qingfeng, Luo Zhuo was already extremely weak, his life would come to an end at any time, Qingfeng was already not so easy, he had been hit several times, although the power of the ancestral witch was only one-tenth, but the attack power was very amazing, their moves and spells were tricky and weird, once they were hit, Rao is Qingfeng's realm, and they had to be injured.

Qingfeng's face was covered with blood, his eyes were full of fierceness, and the golden striker swung again and again, blocking the crazy attack of the Ancestral Witch Phantom, and pinched something with his left hand.

Luo Zhuo's pupils contracted suddenly, he could see Qingfeng's movements clearly, and he could guess what he was going to do, but he was powerless to react now, although he couldn't take Qingfeng away, it was worth it now, Luo Zhuo gritted his teeth.

I saw that the sky was dark, just like the projection of the Kaiyuan Mansion on the shore of the East China Sea, a man in a robe appeared out of thin air, and the face of the man in the robe was blurred, and he could only see a strand of long hair, carrying a whisk of dust in his hand, and putting it on his arm.

"Master, the disciple is incompetent. Qingfeng knelt down on one knee towards the robed man and said respectfully.

"Twelve Ancestral Witches? There are still people who can summon Twelve Ancestral Witches? The man in the robe was the projection of Zhenyuan Daxian, he glanced at the phantom of the twelve ancestral witches, and said indifferently, with a flick of his sleeves, the big sleeves covered the sky, and the phantoms of the twelve ancestral witches were all shrouded. (To be continued.) )